Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.